Posts Tagged ‘nonsense’
¡NO TIME! to initiate a thought process.
∞(.I see you.)∞
I suppose I am happy here. I suppose I belong. Bright moments contracting dull.
Life is art and I am the artist. Crouched behind that big wooden easel.
…with so many colors.
So much FrEeDoM.
Mind racing (racing) with opportunity; fingers can’t keep up.
Perspiration via motivation. The cologne of accomplishment.
The paper softens as I progress. Happy mistakes litter the page now.
Along-with-hundreds-of-inches-of-leeway. Ahhh, leeway.
My brain seems…bruised…with numb surprise.
Cleverly disguised in white, I suggest, ‘Perhaps, a different wardrobe?’
Everything just sort of connects/blends/combines.
I’m left to smile at these results.
Today, I cannot STOP smiling.
All this awesomeness is making my face hurt.
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Once upon a time black was blue.
Numb thumb, knuckles throbbing.
Palindromes of high heels and closets of Monte Cristo.
Writing page after page of premature nonsense.
Stargazing between asterisks paneling the pressures to tailgate yer fears.
I’m trying to see past this, I really am.
Greet me in the positive vibe, please.
Kicking back stress and nausea.
A casual me; high.
Cloudy eyelashes breathe complexity.
Tracking down silver tipped pinecones and rotten bee hives.
The lack of weaponry proves unnecessary in the harvest for helicopter blades.
Like, what if finger food was hand supper all along?
Crazier than armless ventriloquists with no vocal chords.
Tricks of the trade, come here reason. Poisoning kung fu ninjas, citrus oranges-r-us. Dickin’ it up down here and if you can’t figure that out I oughta nail you a sucker punch to the soul. Sticky fingerprints are good people; I’d be the first to hang out with em’. The clouds gather mouthfuls, they mesmerize with lingering shadows. Kissing the flame, the fire tickles my teeth in extraordinary fashion.
I know you crave that quick dip to contentment, like forcing a fading firefly to flash to exhaustion. But I ask you now, is it truly worth it? Put life jackets on swollen ankles and they float, they do. Attach some Velcro to garage doors and you got yerself an outlet. Nice hands, feet. It might take a tad longer on yer face though. Fuck. Now I smell like kickers and cooking spatulas. Fog farts due me in; they’re treating me to a four-course smoke session.
Learning the ropes of laughter, I have the power to stop. But of course I refuse. Hit it, suck it, smash it, repeat. Singing to keep warmth, boxing words in an overwhelming vocabulary of slurs and unpunctuated sentences. Shit baby, we’ll fight to six rounds, some pushing seven. An orgasm of inspiration, my bones turn tingly. RIP for now, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Apples and tomatoes nuke bananas, don’t they? Haha, yes they do. We’re good, yes we are.
Dear Unborn Child Of Mine,
The economy sucks. But I’m pretty sure when yer 18, it’ll fade into happy money again. Yer dad’s currently the best in the biz according to all the locals. Yu’ll like it here. We got plenty of other cities to move to though, just in case you don’t. Food is abundant, which is excellent for you, cuz from all the kicks I’m feelin’ right now, yer gonna be one hungry baby boy. Hey, at least yer gonna be tall. And I’ll teach you how to play the piano like a madman. I gotta learn first of course, but hey, we’ll get there. Yer gonna be a winter kid. I can feel it. Snowboarding, tubing, and skiing have yer name written all over em’. Stars collided to make you my dear. And they were beautiful.